AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, Usa here. I can't believe this has been a part of my life for more than almost four years at this point! People have pointed out chapter errors (like repetition in chapters and weird grammar) so I've decided to go back and fix them. And what better time than when Miraculous unexpectedly blows up? So, for now, I'm just updating the chapters, reducing the number of pages in the story overall, and maybe posting some new chapters! Who knows? Maybe I'll post it on AO3, too.
By the way, this was started in 2017 so this takes place during the events of season 1. Anything past that isn't canon! This is a product of it's time, so keep that in mind if anything deviates from the story of the show. The Collector, the first episode of season 2, just came out when I wrote this. That should tell you.
Anyways, I'm so glad you guys are still reading, following, and liking my story!
Usa, out.
It was the beginning of a new day in Paris, a Monday to be exact. The skyline etched with the Eiffel Tower, whose lights were beginning to dim as windows are opened to bring in the fresh air. On top of a bakery in the 21st arrondissement, we see Marinette just beginning to wake up and bolt straight out of bed.
"Tikki! I'm late!" She ran towards her closet and threw on an outfit, "I'm going to be in more trouble than I've ever been!"
"Marinette, stop!" Marinette halted before she could crash into a mannequin. "It's only 7:15. You're not going to be late! Is there anything going on?"
"I-I don't know either, can you check my calendar?"
Tikki flew to the calendar on her little white desk. "Nothing."
"Oh, thank goodness! If we had a surprise party I would've been screwed! Thankfully I don't have to force my dad to make anything."
The spotted kwami laughed. "That's specific of you. Were you going to do that to woo Adrien again?"
Marinette stopped. "We don't talk about that!" She then changed her focus onto the clock. "I just don't want to be late again."
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Marinette stormed through the doors of Miss. Bustier's classroom and plopped herself in her seat.
Alya was already sitting. "Wow, Marinette! You're not late for once!"
"Early? I'm always early! Well, somewhat."
"There must've been some black magic that made you come this early. At least your earlier than Chloé." Alya said her name as if she had tasted something bitter.
Marinette looked the empty seat across from her. "Where's Adrien?"
"You're just early! It's not like Chloé kidnapped him or-" All of a sudden, the room went silent when Chloé entered with Sabrina carrying all of her bags. She shot a glare at both of them and walked to her seat. "Nevermind."
Then Adrien walked in, in his usual fashion. "Now there's your lover boy."
And as the teacher hurried in and shut the door behind here, the bell rang. Class was about to start.
"I have a special announcement." Miss. Bustier walked towards the center of the class. "Our school has been given a special opportunity this month to welcome some new students from America, who have come with their entire class!"
Nino looked surprised and glanced at Adrien. "America? Like, where all the rich famous people are from! Awesome! Maybe we're gonna get some actors!"
"So, we'd love to give a big, warm welcome to our new students for the week!" The door opened, and in walked four boys.
In her sight, Chloé scoffed. "Someone should've given them some tips in fashion when they came here."
Miss Bustier ignored the comment and turned to the boys. "So, who'd like to introduce themselves first?"
One of the boys, who had jet black hair and a blue and red hat went first. "Umm, I guess I'll do it. I'm Stan Marsh. My friend with the green hat's named Kyle Broflovski. He's a pretty great guy. Then there's Eric Cartman, the fatass standing next to him-"
"I'm not fat, I'm big-boned, you dipshit!"
"Cartman!" Kyle retorted.
"Oh, right," in a fictitious pouty voice, "Sorry for my foul language, Madame. I promise to never do it again."
Adrien looked at Nino and whispered. "If my Dad ever saw these kids, he'd ban me from every school in the country!"
"And there's Kenny McCormick. He doesn't talk much." Stan pointed at a boy in the orange parka, with his hood up and his mouth covered.
Alya looked closer at Kenny. "Marinette! That Kenny kid looks just like Adrien! Same hair and everything! That's so weird!"
"You really think that? Alya, are you blind? T-they look nothing alike!" Marinette pouted.
"Girl, I've got 20/20 vision with these specs. If that vulture sweeps for him you know who to go to. He doesn't even look that bad either."
Miss Bustier glanced at the desks at the right, "Looks like Ivan isn't back. You boys can sit behind Alya and Marinette for now. I promise they don't bite."
The group walked up.
Kyle muttered. "Whatever happens, I'm not sitting next to Cartman."
"You can sit next to me, Kyle." Stan walked to the desk at the far back.
As they got to their seats, Cartman whispered to Kenny, "Thank God I don't have to sit next to the Jew."
Now that they were in their seats, the class would resume. "Since we want to be as smooth as possible for our new classmates to transfer, today we're going to do something a little easier. So, we're going to watch a video on the brief history of Paris."
To Kenny, her voice only faded into the back of his mind as he focused on the girls sitting in front of him. Sure, it meant sitting next to Cartman, but he still got to ogle at some tits and ass. Maybe he'd get to put his dick in one of them at the end of the month. He didn't want to be here, and neither did the rest of his class. PC Principal had become a teacher for the ninth grade and wanted the class to be more accepting. Accepting enough that the entire class should be shipped to Paris to learn French.
Wonderful.
He didn't even know how he could afford everything. He must've been focused on getting every student. Must've paid for his ticket.
"Psst, Kenny." Cartman nudged his shoulder, "Look." He pointed to the screen. Voilà, a half-naked woman guiding the French Revolution.
"The kids in France have it so easy, man. They get to jack off to paintings of tits and say it's 'historical'," Cartman chuckled, but looked at Kenny and stopped.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you- Holy shit, dude."
Stan looked behind him and whispered. "Don't tell me Kenny's jacking off in class already."
The teacher then turned off the video. "So, that was just a little reminder of the history of our great city! So, boys, what did you think-" She stopped. "Boys?"
The three boys were attempting to hide Kenny's "quick-fix" with Cartman blocking half of him while Stan and Kyle were attempting to locate paper towels.
"Uh, I-I spilled my yogurt! I f-forgot it was still open, you know? M-m-my friend was just h-helping!" Kyle spilled out of his mouth like his words were a gush of water.
Chloé turned to Sabrina. "What weirdo brings opened yogurt? What a loser."
"And Eric! What are you doing to your classmate?"
Kenny pushed Cartman off of him and glanced angrily at him. Cartman just sat in his seat like nothing had happened.
"Stan and Kyle, please clean the... yogurt mess as we resume with class."
Kenny sulked in his seat and sighed. Mission successful.
"You better stop bullshitting all of us by doing that shit in the middle of class again, asshole," Cartman grunted as the boys walked away from the school for lunch.
Kenny took off the mask. "It was just one time. Fuck off, dude."
"You dumbass, do you know how much trouble we could've been in if we were caught? I had to make that up on the spot!" Kyle countered.
"Whatever, the janitors are gonna clean that shit up and move on."
All of a sudden, Cartman began to pout, "Are there any restaurants nearby? I'm fucking starving. It's lunchtime."
Stan looked in the distance. "There's a small bakery at the end of the street. I guess we'll go in there."
"They better have some good shit or else I'm going to be pissed. I'm not waiting for PC to choose some hippie shit for us."
Cartman, eager for some triple-digit calorie goodness, did the unthinkable and ran towards the large, black doors and then plowed them open. The scent of the building was inviting, full of the fresh smell of bread being pulled out of an oven along with every pastry you could imagine. You could only imagine how Cartman's face lit up at the sight of pastries all over the building.
"Fuck yes! This beats having to be around PC all lunch!" He burst through the doors and towards the counter. "You guys, we all better come here for lunch every day for the rest of this damn trip. This is my saving grace right here."
Kyle countered, "I'm not interested in losing the money they gave us, and bulking up to a fatass."
"Kyle, are you kidding me? You're just saying that because you're a fucking Jew."
"Hey! Shut up fatass, or we're never going here again!"
Kenny stood at the other side of the room. Every student got the same number of Euros for spending, but Kenny divided his so he could bring some home. So, he would only buy something cheap if he had to, and he probably would every time. But now, he wasn't so hungry.
Aware of how bad it would make him look if he bought himself another serving, Cartman walked towards Kenny as he was exiting out of the bakery. "Hey, Kenny. I'll give you a few bucks if you buy me another box of this." Cartman raises a few Euros into the air.
"Cartman, stop being fucking lazy and do it yourself!" Stan, who was behind Kyle as they walked out of the door, hissed back.
Cartman hurried out and ran up to the two, though he was loud enough to be heard even through the windows. "It's what he gets for jacking off in class and almost getting all of us busted! Except he's getting paid for it."
Kenny sighed and took the money, except when he walked up to the counter it wasn't just the lady from minutes before, but his schoolmate.
"Aaaagh!" The girl stumbled attempting to back up and almost fell onto the windowpane in front of a laughing Cartman before she caught herself. "Oh, it's you. And your friends."
Up close, she had blue eyes with the same jet-black hair as Stan, but a little blue. She looked like every other girl in his class, but there was something that reminded him of his sister. It had to be those two pigtails. Now, this was just getting fucking weird. There was no fucking way he was going to plow a girl that looked like his little sister, the only family member that mattered to him. He may be a perverted fuck, but he wasn't into incest. No way.
"My friend thinks you look like Adrien Agreste- you, uh, know him, right?" She paused, then sighed. He didn't know anyone in the class except for the teacher. "Right. You... probably don't." She pulled out a picture from her phone of a boy with the same yellow hair, but green eyes instead of blue. They sort of did look alike.
"His dad's Gabriel Agreste, one of the biggest fashion designers in the world. He didn't want him to go to school but he somehow convinced him to."
She then turned back and looked at Kenny again. "I think I know your name. Kenny, right? My name's Marinette. I sit ahead of you in class."
"Anyways, class is supposed to start again, I think you better get going if you don't want to be late. I always am," she bolted towards the door, "It was nice talking to you!"
For a moment, he forgot that he had to buy a second box of macaroons for his fat friend. But, whatever. He had to leave himself too, and his friend could always cut a few pounds.
"What was the hold-up in that store? Did the fatass buy all the macaroons in the store or something?" Kyle glanced at Cartman as he saw his blonde friend walk out the door.
"I'm not fat. I'm big-boned, goddamnit! Get that through your Jew skull!" Cartman muttered between munching on the macaroons he still had with him.
"The baker's daughter is the girl that sits in front of me. She was in the store." Kenny countered.
The boys stopped. "That Asian chick lives there? Fucking hell, all the kids in this country have it easy if they can just live in a fucking bakery and eat what they want!"
"She thinks I look like some rich white kid. I'm not sure that was supposed to be a compliment, though."
Stan pointed to a billboard ad. "So that kid?" It was an ad for a perfume that had Adrien on it. Why his dad would whore out his son to market his product boggled Kenny, especially when the main market, he assumed, were men looking to woo an attractive woman at the bar. Not for high school students to bathe themselves on it in the same way he had done it in sixth grade. Saying that brought cringeworthy memories that he did not want to divulge into.
Stan analyzed it closer. "Gabriel Agreste? That guy must be huge here! Wendy has a purse from him and they sell his stuff everywhere! Imagine how crazy it is here!"
"This guy must sell like hotcakes. Imagine how much pussy his kid must get. If he was in America, Tammy would've given him a blowjob with the purity ring." All the boys laughed except Kenny.
"Shut your damn mouth, Cartman."
When the boys finally got back to school, Craig and his gang of friends were sitting on the steps. Surprisingly, they hadn't seen the rest of their classmates since they had gotten out of the international terminal of the Charles de Gaulle airport. Kenny had felt there was something oddly lacking about it just being the four of them. "So, h-h-how is it for you... you... you guy... you guys?" Jimmy was standing near the Gang like usual. They had still considered him a member even though Tweek and Craig were together.
"Kenny almost blew it for us by jacking it to a fucking Les Misérables poster," Cartman cracked.
"Our teacher is so weird. The moment she saw Token take out a pencil from his backpack she glared at him like he just looted her house." Clyde laughed, "I thought it was pretty funny."
"No, it wasn't! Whoever that is, they're probably a fucked up racist or something!" Token crossed his arms.
Then, there was the sound of a limousine pulling up, and the same boy from the posters, the one, and only Adrien Agreste stepped out of it.
"Oh, look. It's the rich white boy every girl in this school's heads over heels over." Craig chimed, and soon enough, as Craig had predicted, almost every student from Paris walked up to Adrien like he was some exotic creature. He must've been a psychic.
However, he didn't necessarily stop. He began to walk up towards the boys.
"Holy shit, guys. The White Token's walking up towards us like he's some hot shit." Cartman snorted.
"Don't think I didn't hear that, fatass!" Token yelled in the distance.
"He's even got his bottom bitch next to him. I swear, this shit makes itself up!"
"Guys, shut up. He can speak English and I'm pretty sure he's hearing what we're saying." Kyle hissed.
Adrien stopped. Next to him was Chloé from The Boys' class and the black guy that sat next to him who must've been as tall as Stan was.
"You guys must be the new kids from America, right? I've always wanted to go there; it seems so cool!"
The boys were silent and glanced at one another until Craig spoke up.
"Don't you have some photoshoot to be at or something?"
"Photoshoot? No. Why are you saying that?"
"You're Adrien Agreste, dude. Your dad runs one of the biggest industries in fashion in the world. I mean, if my dad did that I wouldn't be surprised if I had a pretty busy schedule-"
"Stop shoving your nose into everything my Adrien does, you little brat!" Chloé screamed at Craig. Adrien cringed at the mention of him being her Adrien.
"Excuse me, I'm the brat?" Craig stood up. "You act like he's some sort of possession that you can just slap your name onto and whore around Paris."
"Well, excuse me! My daddy's the mayor of Paris and he can kick your pathetic American ass out of this country for good! Watch what you say!" Chloé got close enough to Craig that he could press his head at hers.
"Not only are you possessive, but you're also spoiled. How shocking. What are you going to do, beg your Daddy to get the French Army here and deport us because someone hurt your feelings?"
Alya grabbed Marinette, who had been standing away from the commotion, and walked towards the group. "Girl, you have to see this! That kid has some attitude! Someone's finally standing up to her!"
Chloé looked around, desperate to find anything that she could use until she looked down at Craig's hand, which had been holding Tweek's. She raised her eyebrow in her so-believed victory and looked back at him.
"Since you want to tell me how I should act, maybe I'll give you some words of advice. Maybe you can stop being obsessed with me and go back to the pride parade."
"Oh, how original." He rolled his eyes. "You made a gay joke about me because I happen to have a boyfriend standing right here. Your humor fits right in with all the other old white politicians in America. I wouldn't be surprised if your dad acted just like that." But with every word he said, his voice got a little tense. Chloé smirked upon realization.
"You want to criticize me when that freak you call a boyfriend can't even button his shirt and looks like he came out of a car wreck?" She spouted with a smug smirk. Tweek began to freak out.
All of a sudden, Craig's expression was beginning to change, and so did the atmosphere. He was pissed.
"Uh-oh. Somethings about to go down." The boy next to Adrien whispered.
But surprisingly, nothing happened. Craig just stood there.
"When we're talking, Tweek is off-limits for you! Do you understand me? If you want to talk, talk to me face to face like a fucking man!"
Chloé whimpered in shock, then sighed. "Whatever," she turned to her crony. "Sabrina! Let's get to class. This loser means nothing to me."